It starts at 6
7 of us around the table
I show up first
You show up late
I learn about her over the drinks
You won't say her name
The food is here
I need to cry
You need to leave
I can't eat
You can't eat
I feel sick
You feel sick
You drive home drunk
I drive home drunk
Thank you for your gift
I wish I could return it
Happy Birthday to me
YOU ARE READING
A Tale of 8 weeks and a Birthday Cake
PoetryI arrived early. You arrived late. . . . . This is for him if he ever was to see this you broke all your promises to me thank you for my gift this is my gift back to you
